Matt hadn't really been thinking about it, not since that moment at the loft where it had been all heat and no thinking, but he'd had to start thinking again all too soon and about too many things for that to really linger in his mind. The exhaustion had played its own part as well.

Now, when it was on Mohinder's mind ... he could hear it, could in a distant way sense it too, and it was like he realized all over again that for all intents and purposes they were together. Moreover, it had a bit of an effect. Of course it did. At times in New York he'd called to mind that dream of Mohinder's from what felt like ages ago now and it always made something coil deep in his stomach. With the way Mohinder looked at him now, it hit him again.

So it didn't take him very long to get something different in his eyes, a muted kind of light when he entirely purposefully went up to Mohinder and put his hands to his sides and backed him slowly into the nearest wall. He was close. He was smiling slightly. He hadn't put the shirt on; instead the fabric was bunched up against Mohinder's torso.

"What, right here?"

He wasn't referring to the shower.